The gates of Summoner Academy stood open.
And in walked chaos wrapped in a uniform.
Jemil strolled in with his coat flaring behind him, the golden summoner sigil glowing faintly across his chest like a divine badge of swagger. But it wasn't just him that turned heads.
It was the five mythical wives walking beside him.
Flare — flames dancing in her steps, red hair bouncing like wildfire.
Yura — nine tails swaying behind her in rhythmic, hypnotic chaos.
Naia — serene and soaked with a power deeper than the ocean.
Lyra — the predatory calm before the full moon howl.
Saphira — floating three inches above the ground like a queen who didn't need gravity.
Every eye on campus turned. A silence heavier than magic settled.
"Bro… is that Jemil?!"
"I thought he flunked out!"
"Why does he have a Leviathan with him!?"
"Are those… ALL HIS WIVES?!"
Then someone shouted, "THIS GUY'S RUNNING A HAREM-RPG BUILD IN REAL LIFE!"
📣 [System Notification]
Rumor Network Activated.
➡️ "Jemil returned with five Mythical Beasts."
➡️ "He controls them through kisses."
➡️ "He's cheating the Academy."
➡️ "He's building a cult."
➡️ Gossip Spread: 93%
Jemil: "Can't I just take a math class in peace?"
Professor Harlin dropped his staff when he saw the entourage.
"That's… that's the Serpent Empress… and the Moonlight Wolf… and—"
"I was going to expel him for not submitting homework!"
🧨 The Courtyard Showdown
By the time Jemil reached the main plaza, over 400 students had gathered. Wands were pointed. Scrolls unfurled. Even familiars poked their heads out of backpacks to watch.
Flare lit a flame in her palm and smirked at the fangirls.
"Look too long, and I'll turn you into a candle."
Lyra sniffed the crowd.
"I smell heat. Lust. Weakness."
She grinned. "I like it."
Naia whispered, "I'd like to remind everyone: Jemil's heart has tides. Touch him, and you drown."
Yura blinked innocently. "I'm softest. I get to sleep on him. You can't."
Saphira floated forward. "He belongs to no one. But I allow his attention. That's more than you'll ever get."
Jemil stood in the middle, trying to disappear behind his scarf.
[System: Popularity increased by +1200. Danger level increased by +2200.]
Then the crowd parted.
A girl with black boots and emerald eyes stepped forward, coiling a whip around her wrist.
She walked with precision. Like a woman who knew the weight of stares. And her gaze cut right through Jemil.
"So you're the one everyone's whispering about," she said.
"The harem summoner."
Jemil blinked. "I mean, it's not like I asked for all of th—"
"Silence."
The crowd gasped.
"I am Isis Valthorne, heir to the House of Binding. Top Elite Division. Number 1 in combat. Number 2 in contracts. And I don't like showoffs."
"So here's my challenge, Jemil: A duel."
"If I win… I take one of your wives. If you win… I'll back off."
Flare growled.
Lyra unsheathed claws.
Yura grinned like she wanted popcorn.
Saphira raised a single elegant brow. "You want to gamble against me? That's cute."
Jemil: "Can I just… not duel anyone today?"
⚔️ [Duel Request: Accepted Automatically by System]
Combatants:
Jemil (F-Rank, 5 Mythical Bonds)
Isis Valthorne (S-Rank, Elite Student, Contract Master)
Spectator Limit: All of Campus
Victory Conditions:
Knockout
Forced Submission
Wife Steal (Optional)
💥 Round 1 Begins
Isis snapped her whip.
"Come, KALIGARA!"
A massive, shadow-dragon familiar burst from her sigil. It screeched, claws dragging the air, eyes glowing with green hunger.
Jemil flinched. The pressure was intense.
"System… help."
[System Response: Would you like to get kissed for a power-up?]
"NO. Wait. Actually…"
Flare stepped forward.
"I'll start the fire."
Her hands ignited. Twin infernos burst across the sky, spiraling like phoenix wings. Isis's dragon roared in defiance.
They collided midair. The impact cracked the sky.
💥 Round 2
Lyra launched through the smoke.
She tackled Kaligara from the side, slamming it into the dueling barrier, fangs sinking into its wing.
"Stay away from my mate!" she howled.
Isis: "Two against one? That's unfair—"
Naia rose like a wave, soaking the field.
"Life's unfair. So is love."
💥 Round 3: Jemil Awakens
As magic burst around him, Jemil closed his eyes. For a second, he saw everything — fire, tides, claws, illusions, scales…
And felt them.
The bond. The wives. Their power flowing into him.
"I'm not some nobody," he whispered.
"I'm their summoner."
He raised his hand.
Five sigils flared.
Magic surged through the battlefield like a tsunami wrapped in lightning and flame.
Isis was knocked off her feet, her contract creature banished with a wail.
The crowd stared in open silence.
[Victory: Jemil]
📣 [System Announcement to Entire Academy]
"F-RANK JEMIL HAS DEFEATED TOP STUDENT ISIS VALTHORNE IN PUBLIC DUEL"
"RECOGNIZED BY FIVE MYTHICAL ENTITIES"
"NEW RANK: UNCLASSIFIABLE"
Isis stood slowly, brushing dirt from her uniform.
"…I lost."
"And now I understand something."
Jemil raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"
She leaned in close.
"I want in."
Jemil blinked.
"You want what?"
"You've clearly attracted divine-level wives."
"I want to study you. Or join you. Either way…"
She smiled.
"This harem just got a new applicant."
🌀 Cliffhanger Incoming…
From the rooftops, a dark figure watched.
Eyes like starlight. Veins glowing with corrupted magic.
"He's forming a myth-harem…"
"He must be stopped."
📣 End of Chapter 6
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